I've
been hearing tales of broken axles, shredded tires, smashed sheet
metal, and other carnage all as a result of Axle Alley. So, when Bruce
Browell asked if I wanted to run it I accepted with gusto.

We met Dave Hickmen, Zane
Morgan, and the famous Mr.
Ed some 60 miles east of Phoenix on highway 60. To get to the
trail head you have to pass through a military training area. On this
day the flags were not flying at the turn off, indicating that it was
supposed to be safe to enter. If you enter when the flags are flying
don't be surprised to find yourself sharing the road with a tank or
convoy of Hummers.

Several
miles of very scenic flat dirt roads lead to the trailhead. A few
fellow four-wheelers decide to park and walk along to watch. Mr. Ed
talked one of the onlookers into driving up to the trail exit point
so we could use his truck as an anchor point. Apparently, winching is
the only way to get out.

As with most of the
harder Arizona trails Axle Alley is in a dry wash. The trail tends to
get narrower as you go. I'm not saying a full-size couldn't make it.
It just depends on how much sheet metal you want to bend to match the
rocks.

The first chute you come
to is quite impressive. You have to straddle a deep V with boulders
strewn about both sides. These tended to slide you into the V, or
no-mans land. At the top of it there are V-shaped vertical ledges
almost as tall as my tires. Just as you catch your breath at the top,
the sight of the next challenge sucks it back away.

A
waterfall just tall enough to stand your Jeep in launching position
looks impossible. Very few have made it up this section without
winching. We all ended up winching ourselves up. Afterall, this is one
of the obstacles that named this trail and make it's name stick.

All along the trail are
off-camber sections that attempt to throw your Jeep into the rocks. At
times it sounded like a wrecking yard as metal banging and scraping on
rock echoed up the canyon. At one point a large crack threatened to
swallow Mr. Ed's Jeep whole. He didn't seem too concerned about the
paint, but a High Lift jack was required to push him away from a rock
ledge to prevent being stuck. We took turns making impossible-looking
sections look easy and then getting hung up badly. The second you lose
respect for this trail, you pay.

Besides
the dented sheet metal and whatever the rocks pulverized underneath,
the only other casualty on the trail was a rock through my sidewall. I
heard the puncture pulling through a tight section. When I stopped to
look we found a piece of rock still in the tire. We left it there
until tire plugs could be readied. Fourteen plugs later and a little
air we were off.

The next waterfall was
steep and high, but not impossible on a good day. Near the top of this
waterfall, my tire spit out the plugs and was flat instantly. I was
the only one on the trail without a winch so I really had to depend
on these guys a lot. They seemed more than happy to winch me over the
fall with my rim scrapping out a song as the bead peeled off. The
rocks now had a pinstripe and I was forced to put the spare on.

I've
found that if you're at this angle with a 4.0L engine you should make
up your mind which way to go (faster then I did) or your Jeep will
burn oil for at least a half an hour. As a result, your fellow
four-wheelers could get verbally abusive as they breath the fumes.

Our trail leader, Dave
Hickman, was the first to winch up the last impossible waterfall. A
cable was also attached to the rear of Dave's Jeep from the Jeep in
back of him. This way as Dave was winching up, the cable for the next
Jeep was pulled up at the same time. This last obstacle will have most
of your cable unspooled because of the long distance you must winch.
Hopefully, someone is still parked at the top as an anchor point or
it's a long way back in the direction you came.